No, they’re not, but they are often confused. I wonder if the confusion is the result of apathetic laziness or ignorance. Or perhaps, it is a case of fingers doing their own thing when the synapses from the brain fail to clearly transmit the mind’s intent.
Why just the other day my fingers betrayed my brain. I left a witty comment on MU’s Barbie blog. To be clear her blog is not always about Barbie, but this post was about seeing Barbie in a new photographic light and the photographs are definitely worth a trip over to her blog for a peek. I just reread my previous sentence and I want to assure you that I’m not implying that the pictures are the only reason to visit her blog, her writing is worth a visit, too. Now back to the original point of this paragraph. It was only when I read MJ’s reply that I realized my fingers typed ‘sense’ when my brain was thinking ‘since.’ No one called me on it, but they may have been too polite to do so. I did my normal self-flagellation over this typo if two letters in the same word can be called a typo.
Part of my self-flagellation involved thinking that I should refrain from commenting early in the morning especially when I have logged less than five hours of sleep the night before. Of course, if I did that, I would only be able to comment one or two days a week.
Some of you may be thinking I only comment one or two days a week anyway, because I’m not a comment junkie. You’re right. I don’t always leave comments and when I do comment, I sometimes forget to check the little box to get the email notices of follow-up comments. Okay, sometimes I forget on purpose, but only about a third of the time but I’ll leave you to wonder why. There needs to be a little mystery in life.
Sometimes I read a post and want to comment but I have so much to say that a comment just won’t do so I have to comment in one of my posts. Today is one of those times. There is a post that was Freshly Pressed in which a young woman is undertaking a 30 day challenge to eat “clean.” This means she is going to give up grains, gluten, dairy, sugar, alcohol, and legumes and she urges her readers to join her in this challenge.
She makes several references to already being on a paleo diet. Paleo is shorthand for paleolithic as in what early hominids ate about 10,000 years ago. The thinking is those cave men lived disease free so it must be diet related and we should return to our hunter/gatherer roots. Uh, no, diet had nothing to do with it. They lived disease free because they only lived to about age 30, they didn’t live long enough to get any diseases.
I have no desire to forage for berries, nuts and grubs and it’s been ages since I was invited on a bison hunt, so I’ll pass on the paleo diet thing. As for giving up grains, gluten, dairy, sugar, alcohol and legumes, I might be able to give up a couple of those things. Legumes would be the easiest to do without. And despite my love affair with bread and pizza dough, especially after it is topped with assorted meats, veggies and cheese and baked in my oven, I could probably go without those for a month, too.
Dairy would be more problematic. Not only would I have to rethink breakfast, my doctor, if I had one would be quite dismayed. As a postmenopausal woman, I need lots of calcium which needs to be spread out over the day. My favorite sources are skim milk, greek yogurt and cheese. Especially if said cheese is parked on pizza dough.
Alcohol and sugar would be impossible to forego. Again, I must cite health reasons. My glass or two or red wine in the evening and my two or three little pieces of dark chocolate that I eat every day are for my heart or arteries or maybe just my mood.
This young woman also posted before pictures in which she is sporting zero body fat. She appears to be fit and mentions that the photos were snapped after a fitness class that she taught. She goes on to say that she has already noticed that her flat stomach is even flatter after a few days on the challenge. I can only assume she is aiming for a concave stomach.
Now, I’m all for being healthy and fit. I am currently on my own fitness quest, though I’ll spare you the before pictures. But I have lived long enough and far exceeded the maximum paleolithic lifespan to have learned a simple truth. Moderation is the key. A little butter or bacon or barbecue or tiramisu won’t kill you. And it definitely adds to the deliciousness of life.